Ste Letto
01-01-2003, 6:02 AM
Hi peeps,
it was too long to go in one post so I had to split it. Here is part 7.
Poreolight School Part 7
Jennifer strolled happily along the tiled concourse. The young beauty attracted many admiring glances. She let her mind wander, invading the thoughts of both men and women. She caught a thought from a young, somewhat nervous and awkward young man who said to himself "Oh my God, look at her, she's awesome! I love her face, her eyes, her hips, that awesome bum, her legs and those incredible little feet. Jeez, I love those feet. Those sandals are incredibly horny." Jennifer paused in mid stride, with her back to the young man, pretending to look in a shop window. She continued to eavesdrop on his thoughts. "Fuck me she's gorgeous. (Groan!!!) I so want to be her sandals. Or her knickers. Or her jeans, but especially her sandals." Jennifer smiled. The young boy was sweet, and so earnest.
She quickly plucked his consciousness from his body, leaving it on automatic pilot. His body would take care of itself for a few hours while she indulged his mind. She spoke to his mind "Don't be afraid. I heard your thoughts, and now I'm going to grant your wish. You will be my sandal on my pretty left foot for the next few hours. That is, if you still like the idea." Jennifer's mind was flooded with a loud, repeated and insisted yes. She laughed at the boys gushing intensity. "Ok - Ok" she told him, "No need to shout!" She chided him playfully. "Are you ready then?" she asked, teasingly. Again there was a loud and clear yes. Jennifer shook her head in amusement, then imbued her sandal with the essence of the boy.
Immediately, Darren, for that was his name, found himself holding, supporting, tasting, smelling and generally worshipping Jennifer's lovely little foot. His arms were now the strap that encircled her ankle, his legs the straps that crossed the top of her foot, one at the toes, one part way up. His back was the tread of her shoe, his groin, chest and face the insole. He felt his groin compressed under her heel, in a pleasant rather than a painful way, as if they were sat opposite one another and she were lightly brushing his balls with a bare heel. Her instep was pressed to his belly. The ball of her foot was on his chest, again not in a painful way. It felt as if she were lightly pressing one foot on his chest as he lay on the floor. Her toes surrounded and covered his face. Each pad was cool, with a little roughened skin. There was a light sheen of moisture, and a faint but wonderfully heady and arousing aroma of girl foot. Darren was in heaven. Each step was a caress. He felt brushed all over by her foot, the foot he was holding, tasting and adoring. He could taste the sole of her foot wherever it touched his skin. It was like lying with his tongue pressed flat to her sole, without moving. Darren had the first of many orgasms that day. As he did, Jennifer felt a rush of power. The mental energy released by Darren's sexual release fed her, making her feel invigorated and powerful. She giggled, deliberately scrunching her toes on her happy captive's face.
After a few seconds she strolled on. The happy girl almost seemed to float. Darren, under her foot and wrapped around it, could hardly believe this ultimate fantasy. Rupert, on the other hand, suffered under the full weight of Jennifer's punishing foot. Pinned between her sole and her insole he took the full impact of her weight with every step. He felt hammered and crushed over and over again. He couldn't die, and he couldn't faint, so all he could do was suffer. He felt his body take punishment, but then Jennifer would heal him again. The sweat from her foot trickled into his eyes, where it burned, and down his throat where the acrid taste threatened to make him sick. Her toes bumped and banged his face, occasionally pressing over nose and mouth to temporarily suffocate him. Her heel crushed his groin, sending seismic waves of pulsing, nauseating, overwhelming pain through his tiny form.
Suddenly Jennifer became aware of a girl feeling very upset, and a man bullying her. She spied a young couple. She was 22, tall, slightly heavy but in a way that suited her. She had long, curly light brown hair, a beautiful face and full lips. She wore a tight, grey, woollen, long sleeved top that hugged her fulsome breasts, a short, black cotton, A-line miniskirt, black opaque tights and black leather,high heeled, mules with square toes and a rectangular heel two inches wide, a quarter of an inch thick and three inches long. He was smaller, thinner and ugly looking. His hair was black, wild and unkempt. He wore a leather jacket, faded jeans and trainers.
Jennifer spied on their minds and their conversation and quickly saw the man was a domineering bully. She made both carry on walking as if nothing was happening then spoke to their minds. "Jason," she told the man, "you are a bully and an arsehole. I am going to stop that. You are going to learn what it is like to be downtrodden. You will be the heel or any other part of Alison's shoe she wishes whenever she wishes it." The man was stunned. "Alison," Jennifer began, "all you have to do is think the words "Jason - be the heel of my shoe" and he will become just that. When you choose to release him, just think "I release you". I will put a binding spell on you both so he can never attack you again." With that she withdrew from their minds. Seconds later she was aware of the change as Jason became the heel of his wife's shoe.
To Jason the experience was almost enough to drive him mad. First he had some weird voice in his head, then his body changed completely. His legs became ramrod stiff, impossible to flex or move. His spine, chest and arms felt the same way. They were painfully stiff, paralysed. He felt his neck was bent sharply backward, under a crushing weight on his face that threatened to snap his spine. The burning agony from his neck was the worst pain he had ever known. It came and went in pulsing waves, ranging from burning agony to intolerable overload. The closest pain he had ever known was one time, early in their relationship when Alison had punched him in the balls until he passed out. His face wouldn't move either. Infact it seemed to be glued to something cold, hard and plastic. (Of course that's exactly how it was, his face being the top of her heel, glued to the sole.)
When she took a step he momentarily blacked out, despite Jennifer's magic. The pain was so immense his mind couldn't cope. First his heels jarred against the floor, sending pain shooting up the backs of his legs, to his spine, to his distorted and distended neck. Then he felt his spine compressing, sending electric shock like pain throughout every inch of his form. Next he felt a tearing, ripping pain in his face as her foot came forward, threatening to tear his skin from his skull and his head away from the shoe. This was impossible though as he was connected by glue and screws and could not tear away. What he could do was reach the maximum intensity of physical pain humanly possible over and over again.
As Alison walked away, Jennifer spoke to her one last time, "He's in agony already. If you want to hear his thoughts just focus your mind on your right heel and you'll hear him." Alison tried this as she walked away and nearly fell over with the intensity of Jason's suffering. She puled her mind back and thought to herself, "Good!" With a grin unlike any she had worn for many years, Alison set off to have a nice long walk and a relaxing time.
it was too long to go in one post so I had to split it. Here is part 7.
Poreolight School Part 7
Jennifer strolled happily along the tiled concourse. The young beauty attracted many admiring glances. She let her mind wander, invading the thoughts of both men and women. She caught a thought from a young, somewhat nervous and awkward young man who said to himself "Oh my God, look at her, she's awesome! I love her face, her eyes, her hips, that awesome bum, her legs and those incredible little feet. Jeez, I love those feet. Those sandals are incredibly horny." Jennifer paused in mid stride, with her back to the young man, pretending to look in a shop window. She continued to eavesdrop on his thoughts. "Fuck me she's gorgeous. (Groan!!!) I so want to be her sandals. Or her knickers. Or her jeans, but especially her sandals." Jennifer smiled. The young boy was sweet, and so earnest.
She quickly plucked his consciousness from his body, leaving it on automatic pilot. His body would take care of itself for a few hours while she indulged his mind. She spoke to his mind "Don't be afraid. I heard your thoughts, and now I'm going to grant your wish. You will be my sandal on my pretty left foot for the next few hours. That is, if you still like the idea." Jennifer's mind was flooded with a loud, repeated and insisted yes. She laughed at the boys gushing intensity. "Ok - Ok" she told him, "No need to shout!" She chided him playfully. "Are you ready then?" she asked, teasingly. Again there was a loud and clear yes. Jennifer shook her head in amusement, then imbued her sandal with the essence of the boy.
Immediately, Darren, for that was his name, found himself holding, supporting, tasting, smelling and generally worshipping Jennifer's lovely little foot. His arms were now the strap that encircled her ankle, his legs the straps that crossed the top of her foot, one at the toes, one part way up. His back was the tread of her shoe, his groin, chest and face the insole. He felt his groin compressed under her heel, in a pleasant rather than a painful way, as if they were sat opposite one another and she were lightly brushing his balls with a bare heel. Her instep was pressed to his belly. The ball of her foot was on his chest, again not in a painful way. It felt as if she were lightly pressing one foot on his chest as he lay on the floor. Her toes surrounded and covered his face. Each pad was cool, with a little roughened skin. There was a light sheen of moisture, and a faint but wonderfully heady and arousing aroma of girl foot. Darren was in heaven. Each step was a caress. He felt brushed all over by her foot, the foot he was holding, tasting and adoring. He could taste the sole of her foot wherever it touched his skin. It was like lying with his tongue pressed flat to her sole, without moving. Darren had the first of many orgasms that day. As he did, Jennifer felt a rush of power. The mental energy released by Darren's sexual release fed her, making her feel invigorated and powerful. She giggled, deliberately scrunching her toes on her happy captive's face.
After a few seconds she strolled on. The happy girl almost seemed to float. Darren, under her foot and wrapped around it, could hardly believe this ultimate fantasy. Rupert, on the other hand, suffered under the full weight of Jennifer's punishing foot. Pinned between her sole and her insole he took the full impact of her weight with every step. He felt hammered and crushed over and over again. He couldn't die, and he couldn't faint, so all he could do was suffer. He felt his body take punishment, but then Jennifer would heal him again. The sweat from her foot trickled into his eyes, where it burned, and down his throat where the acrid taste threatened to make him sick. Her toes bumped and banged his face, occasionally pressing over nose and mouth to temporarily suffocate him. Her heel crushed his groin, sending seismic waves of pulsing, nauseating, overwhelming pain through his tiny form.
Suddenly Jennifer became aware of a girl feeling very upset, and a man bullying her. She spied a young couple. She was 22, tall, slightly heavy but in a way that suited her. She had long, curly light brown hair, a beautiful face and full lips. She wore a tight, grey, woollen, long sleeved top that hugged her fulsome breasts, a short, black cotton, A-line miniskirt, black opaque tights and black leather,high heeled, mules with square toes and a rectangular heel two inches wide, a quarter of an inch thick and three inches long. He was smaller, thinner and ugly looking. His hair was black, wild and unkempt. He wore a leather jacket, faded jeans and trainers.
Jennifer spied on their minds and their conversation and quickly saw the man was a domineering bully. She made both carry on walking as if nothing was happening then spoke to their minds. "Jason," she told the man, "you are a bully and an arsehole. I am going to stop that. You are going to learn what it is like to be downtrodden. You will be the heel or any other part of Alison's shoe she wishes whenever she wishes it." The man was stunned. "Alison," Jennifer began, "all you have to do is think the words "Jason - be the heel of my shoe" and he will become just that. When you choose to release him, just think "I release you". I will put a binding spell on you both so he can never attack you again." With that she withdrew from their minds. Seconds later she was aware of the change as Jason became the heel of his wife's shoe.
To Jason the experience was almost enough to drive him mad. First he had some weird voice in his head, then his body changed completely. His legs became ramrod stiff, impossible to flex or move. His spine, chest and arms felt the same way. They were painfully stiff, paralysed. He felt his neck was bent sharply backward, under a crushing weight on his face that threatened to snap his spine. The burning agony from his neck was the worst pain he had ever known. It came and went in pulsing waves, ranging from burning agony to intolerable overload. The closest pain he had ever known was one time, early in their relationship when Alison had punched him in the balls until he passed out. His face wouldn't move either. Infact it seemed to be glued to something cold, hard and plastic. (Of course that's exactly how it was, his face being the top of her heel, glued to the sole.)
When she took a step he momentarily blacked out, despite Jennifer's magic. The pain was so immense his mind couldn't cope. First his heels jarred against the floor, sending pain shooting up the backs of his legs, to his spine, to his distorted and distended neck. Then he felt his spine compressing, sending electric shock like pain throughout every inch of his form. Next he felt a tearing, ripping pain in his face as her foot came forward, threatening to tear his skin from his skull and his head away from the shoe. This was impossible though as he was connected by glue and screws and could not tear away. What he could do was reach the maximum intensity of physical pain humanly possible over and over again.
As Alison walked away, Jennifer spoke to her one last time, "He's in agony already. If you want to hear his thoughts just focus your mind on your right heel and you'll hear him." Alison tried this as she walked away and nearly fell over with the intensity of Jason's suffering. She puled her mind back and thought to herself, "Good!" With a grin unlike any she had worn for many years, Alison set off to have a nice long walk and a relaxing time.